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[Dean comes in from outside, squinting at the angel in the kitchen.] Cas, dude, I was like right outside. You could open a window and yell "Dean come here". You didn't need to filter a message to me.
[He's forever amused by his angel and comes over to stand by him, swiping a finger through cake batter and licking his finger clean, tasting engine oil under the sweetness of cake mix.]